Two astute TV references made by my friend Brendan:
1. Every article about “Arrested Development” being cancelled talks more about the fact that “7th Heaven” was cancelled as well. This is what’s wrong with America.
2. The ongoing racist elements of “Lost” ran rampant on Thursday: “White blond girl falls in love with an Arab and is immediately lured into trouble by a Black boy and shot by a Latino woman.”
3. Now I’m just typing everything that Brendan writes to me:
Story about Mike Tyson's fight with a cameraman. The best part is this line:
"The previous night, the American boxer brought six women back to his hotel but staff would not allow them to go to his room, Folha de S.Paulo newspaper reported."
How does this lunatic/rapist get 6 women to come back to his hotel room? 6. Also what hotel employee has the balls to stop Mike Tyson from going to his room with 6 women?
4. My mom just called to tell me that she was the one who posted the comment to the previous post that reads: “I hate to burst your bubble but I wrote when my favorite shows were cancelled and it did squat.” I’m just noting this so in the future when I write something in a post like, “My mother has always supported me in troubled times,” someone will remember to refer me back here. Also note, the show she wrote a letter to save was “American Dreams.” Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
5. The worst part about the cancellation of “Arrested Development” is that it deters writers from creating shows of a similar genre. And that’s upsetting, because comedy was just starting to get smart again.
I can’t do it now, but I know that at some point in the near future I’m going to take a look at how many sitcoms currently have longer on-air stretches than “Arrested Development” does. And I will then put my scarf and jacket on and take a long, lonely walk around my neighborhood, kicking around empty coffee cups with Eric Carmen’s “All By Myself” playing in the background.
If anyone sees a man resembling me wandering aimlessly around the upper east side on Manhattan – just walk on by. Not that you would stop and talk to me under normal circumstances, because that would be weird. Like you would say, “Oh hey, aren’t you The Daily Dump?” and then it would be like we were internet dating or something. But particularly now, in this sad time, just walk on by. I need some time to myself.
(Cue up chorus to “All By Myself”)